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letra de freestyle - roadside gs

[verse: phantom]

yeah, phantom, d.e.n, roadside gs, gunzino remix
it’s a roadside ting on the curb, it’s nothing

beef with me, run far from it
i got a ak flow, every bar of it
you’ll get 32 shots every bar i spit (tough talk)
i’m not having a bar of it
pr-cks talk sh-t and don’t live half of it
they need to go and cop a street starter kit
they’re learners in the game and i’ve mastered it
i’m like a general’s general, you’re half a pr-ck
the real about you, i’m unmasking it
real don’t recognize you, half of it
all you do is act bad, write bars and spit
act bad round here, you’ll get scars and sh-t
like, hard i’ll hit ya, -ss i’ll kick
the game i’m taking charge of it, i’m saying
you n-ggas with your one-line flows remind me of one-pop
you ain’t spraying, against me you will be laying
6 foot deep, when i start aking
it’s best that you get on your knees and start praying
to the rsgs, we squeeze we ain’t playing
no, we ain’t playing around, we’re spraying around
in beef, in the streets i be laying it down
on the beat i’m laying it down, i’m unique
you neeks ain’t ready for the crown
my team’s too heavy, ever ready with the pound, ever steady with the pound
might run up on you for your pennies and your pounds
when i c-ck back and blast, you’ll be buried in the ground
you lost your life, in the cemetery you’ll be found
that’s where you’ll end up if you thought you were down
to spray rounds with the roadside
no side can bring it to the south
no side can bring it in the south
the roadside gs, we’re the biggest in the south, we see murder with no limit in the south, we beat burners with no limit
admit it, i’m sick with it, you can’t keep up with it
like yo my flow, you know you don’t get it
don’t talk about roads, ’cause you don’t rep it
but roadside, we say it
spitting what we’re living, hitting the riddims with the realness from the beginning
run up on n-ggas with 45s, blood spilling
if i run up for your food, i don’t mean in the fridge or the kitchen, you don’t wanna give, i’m not itching
you don’t wanna live, then i’m pitching (f-ck it)
throw one in the head, hit ya head when i buck it
from point blank range, there’s no chance to block it
your dance, i’ll dun it, believe that we’re greaze, roadside
we’re deeper than 6 mc’s, got other n-ggas on the roads squeezing the heat screaming skrrt, when i squeeze other heat
and we’ll bring it to your road, we don’t cease in the beef
we’ll bring it to the south, no freeze or the east
when i squeeze in the beef, i will leave you beneath
the serpents, right where the demons can reach
if it’s beef, less beef, don’t speak to police
if you get knocked up, don’t ???
you’ll get shot up, when you’re reaching the streets
if you don’t know, roadside will teach you the streets
i told you that we were greazy, believe
if i run up on your yard for the ps, you’ll be peak
holler at me for the kis and the p
i got it for 15 g a ki

[outro: phantom]
15 g a ki, roadside gs, ya dun kno
phantom
listen
gangsta grime.. jheez
smiley, hmp, what’s good?

- roadside gs

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